#ShoNuffDoYouGood #EightToTheBar #BoogieWoogie

HOOTERS AND HONKIES, OH YEAH

by

Richard Joseph Stephan 

 Wednesday, September 19, 2018

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There’s a hook under the water and I’m trollin’ for the catch of the day, not Cod, no fish at all

When you know that you are the best women on planet Earth, badabing there it is, don’t fall

What you need is ‘the companions’ who get lucky and find solace in protection from chaos

Right now or later, right here or over there somewhere else, you are impacted by the Tao.

You and I know that there ain’t no justice at all for anyone who exists, nobody gets out alive

Story’s been told that when rigor mortis sets in, everybody scrambles to hide or burn you up

Look for a drainage of the blood into a sewer after eons of evolution from slugs sans slime

I am glad that you tried to rock and roll in your own way, words are all about the trials of us.

Full of everything that exists, the matrix, the cosmos, the thing itself as an Unmoved Mover

Immortality itself, is not a guy or a gal or a teacher or a student or a guard or innocent kids?

Essence of the flow within the DNA, the acid loves to be alive, spinnin’ in circles, big rocker

Birds on the ground and sky above down to the whale and plankton in the sea, it’s all there is.

Gone funky and wild as you wanna be, right place at the right time is the way to be, in synch

If you fail the first time, keep on truckin’ and you’ll get to the goal eventually with some luck

Hobnobbing between the herds only causes consternation among the selfless selfish beasts

No sharing in the places I hustle on my turf, you need to move on to the mortal-divine feasts.

Importance level at zero when the curtain comes down, I exit stage left and the world ends

With or without me it’s all the same, I’m yo’ mama, yo’ daddy, yo’ boyfriend or yo’ girlfriends

Without or with you it’s all the same, you’re an orphan picked up in a wreck on the side road

Raised to be as old as #Dirt, the way becomes an easy slide through Bronx/Brooklyn mode.

by

r j j stephan, i

{ written while listenin’ to some Temptations #BallOfConfusion & HITS on youTube https://youtu.be/-9poCAuYT-s }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WeDrankLikeHankToo @BrothersOsborne #HighHopes

@SillyMe2 #EyeDrankLikeHank ?  #CoupleOfJugsInTheTank

EYES GOT A SLOW ROLL TO GO *
by RICHARD JOSEPH STEPHAN 
·TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 18, 2018
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Catch me outside you FU-morons or better yet come inside of my house, we’re on a roll
Up in smoke or ashes of the bonfire I made out of your memories from an A to Z bell toll
A feature of being down and out is actually pullin’ yourself up without any help, yo y’all
You know as much as I do about what’s goin’ on here, right now, do not disturb, do tell.

On a laser beam with the emptiness of the motherly womb of outer-space, Santana’s amigo
After all’s said and done, assumed premises’ truth, jumps to deductive/inductive conclusions
Linguistics be darned, I will speak in the tongue that represents my thought process, Greco
Roman as well, an articulation of the Latin and the Greek, my people from European blow.

The wind that blew me here to the place I am in right now, at this time in space, but a dream
Never rowing a boat but I was drowned at Storm Lake when I was thirteen, dead as cream
Strings were attached to this life’s input and output, therefore I was saved by a dumb bell
Back in the gas of the air, the hydrogen and oxygen my heart loves to push up to my halo.

Correlate this coincidence, you read the world’s word’s into the motif of absurdity, there it is
We’re on the same page with the extinction of the species, not just me but all of the cave men
They will annihilate the planet’s Feng shui in the Tower of Babel, where killers kill Thin Lizzy
Why they were allowed to find the atomic matrix split, we’re God’s a black and blue H2O sea.

I have a slight of hand for you, a byte of magic that you will use to disappear, a last gasping
Ready and get set, here it comes, it is of and by the #RareEarth that came before the living
In the rocks rolling along the rivers of gas and stone dust, the lead and the gold of the #Ra
Goddesses untying the knots of wisdom and knowledge, credo of a #MoneyMaker hookah!

by
r j j stephan, i { *Header is a representation of a #FakeBlackPanther who is #Winning !}
c. September 18, 2018 Tuesday @ 11:11 AM PST
{ drafted listenin’ to some #RareEarth on youTube link for #GetReady & HITS @ https://youtu.be/XM_oalcMjf0 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ShootMeStraightBetweenTheJaws

 #HandsUp #ShootMeStraight

HILLBILL, HOMEGRO & ROADKILL

by

Richard Joseph Stephan·Monday, September 17, 2018

 

Way back in the day when you and I was in charge of this legal system, enculturated to obey

Obedience to the law is both sufficient and necessary to obtain the peace of night and today

If and only if obedience of all members in the whole ‘set’ is achieved, will to be or not to be

Make any sense to the mortals who know they’re gonna die and won’t get another shot free.

If reincarnation is a fact, not just a probability, then your Karma is sacrosanct, will the good

Never thinkin’ of the retaliation for wrongs committed toward your peaceful warrior’s mood

Static waves of the infrared to the ultraviolet phuqyn up the Reality of Consciousness, God

If there is anything else, it’s too vague to put into words, useless for this little ditty of blood.

It’s tobacco in a stove pipe, burnin’ up the woods and the dance floors, howlin’ for #Trouble

You and I know she’s always waitin’ down the street but you can never find her double bubble

It may be a figment of imagination I suppose but my take on this 208 bones is, ain’t no secret

Substance, the form, the shape of the being thing in the set of all things to be or not, #Sheet!

Word in the vernacular, in the context and in the spirit of being facetious, #Gravity doz suck

There is no way to get out of this situation alive my friends and unknown “X’ factor ilk silk

In a multilingual way here at the center of the tower of babble power, Word returns to womb

Last #HighHope is a #BlindFaith belief in a mutation of fear, empty bottle of wine, my doom.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. September 17, 2018 AD @ 11:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to sumbeechin’ jamz #YAll on the youTube #WhiteTrashBeautiful & #TennesseeHillBilly #WhiteTrash links @ https://youtu.be/tj4OgWq5OmE & https://youtu.be/XqS3OvMbcz4 }

#WhiteTrash #JustWalkDueToNobodyThere

W.W.A.R.D.?